Lyrical Breakdown of If It Was Up II Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Bun B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "If It Was Up II Me" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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It's time to hit di boy!
Woah hoii! Woah hoii!
Woah hoii! It's time to go hard!
Woah! Woah hoii!
It's time to go hard! It's time to go hard!
Woah! Woah!
I hear we livin in the last days (days)
It's Revelation and you best get right with God (God)
Or else Hell is waitin
The world is comin to an end, every day it's a storm
Or a flood or tsunami (damn), this shit ain't the norm
We got Katrina and Rita, mines keep collapsin
With the fires and mud-slides, I'm like "what's happening?"
Got the kids in the school gettin raped and molested
Underfunded, under-protected, no wonder they tested
In the lowest damn percentage rate (rate)
And my city is damn near the lowest in the state (state)
You can equate that to the state funds that ain't breakin down right
Rich districts get more and poor ones get less
And it just don't sound right (nope)
So I'm fin' to pound right on the doors of my city hall
And kick them hoes down (down) they killin my city y'all
We need to get my people back to where they should be
And since nobody else gon' do it, it's gon' have to be me mayne
If it was up to me
No gun, no crack, nor coke could no come inna the community
If it was up to me
You couldn't have no war between 2Pac and B.I.G
If it was up to me
Dem couldn't lock up Shyne and dem couldn't lock up Pimp C
If it was up to me
No wouldn't have no AIDS and you wouldn't have no HIV
First of all the projects is fucked
Up and it ain't just with the drugs
We got more problems than the dealers and thugs
They usin lead-based paint and asbestos is killin us
We tell 'em to fix it up but they just ain't feelin us
They'd rather kick us out and tear it down to the ground
So they can put up a parking lot, a mall or some condos
Condemn the whole place cause a few sell crack
Shit the rest ain't do nothin wrong, what the fuck's up with that?
They say that one rotten apple can spoil a whole bunch
But we talkin 'bout some people not apples, this ain't lunch
Make me wanna punch a politician dead in his face
You say you represent my district, get yo' ass on the case
"Development is good for the hood", yeah that's what you tellin us
But bitch you on the payroll of the builders and developers
Fuck what you sellin us, pipe dreams for suckers
You can take that round the corner to them other motherfuckers mayne
So much youths they sacrifice
Just to live in paradise
Play they tricks and tell they lies
Ah noo-ohh
It's hurt to see how they treat the poor
Have some, but they still want more
I see my people every day on the floor
If it was up to me
No gun, no crack, nor coke could no come inna the community
If it was up to me
You couldn't have no war between 2Pac and B.I.G
If it was up to me
Dem couldn't lock up Shyne and dem couldn't lock up Pimp C
If it was up to me
No wouldn't have no AIDS and you wouldn't have no HIV
It's time to educate the people mayne
Free school and college (college)
So everybody 'cross the board can get the same knowledge
Education leads to jobs (jobs) and jobs kill poverty
And no mo' poverty means we makin money obviously
Everybody gettin money, everybody smilin (smilin)
Motherfuckers ain't eatin then motherfuckers wildin (wildin)
Matter fact, speakin of eatin let's feed the homeless
In America, let these other folks handle they own shit
How I'mma clean yo' house and mine still dirty? (dirty)
How I'mma feed yo' kids while mine sit thirsty? (thirsty)
And speakin of the kids we need to spend some mo' time with 'em
Can't turn 'em loose in the streets
Why?) cause they dyin in 'em (damn)
And all this naked head sex, man you trippin
Fuck love, I'm lovin life, you ain't
Gon' catch ya boy slippin (slippin)
You say ya boy trippin, I'm just keepin it G
Cause you can see how good the world would be if it was up to me mayne
If it was up to me
No gun, no crack, nor coke could no come inna the community
If it was up to me
You couldn't have no war between 2Pac and B.I.G
If it was up to me
Dem couldn't lock up Shyne and dem couldn't lock up Pimp C
If it was up to me
No wouldn't have no AIDS and you wouldn't have no HIV
So much youths they sacrifice
Just to live in paradise
Play they tricks and tell they lies
Ah noo-ohh